A/N: This update is dedicated to TIM for her much awaited smut! Enjoy!

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Magical Blunder

Chapter Nine: Carnival of Lust

Hawke held her breath as Fenris hovered over her, on the verge of losing himself completely. His pupils had dilated until the whole of his iris was almost completely black, his chest heaving as Hawke trembled with desire and possibly even fear; as a man, Hawke could defend himself against anything, but lying here under Fenris' strong body, she was well aware of the fact that he was a great deal stronger than this body and, if he really wanted to hurt her, she doubted she could stop him.

"Fenris…as much as this would prove me to be honest, I'm not sure…" He growled and lowered his head, nipping at her lip before claiming her mouth in a wild desire that threatened to overwhelm him. Hawke mumbled, struggled for a brief moment, before she moaned in defeat and linked her fingers through his white strands of hair to hold him to her as they ate at each other. His gauntlet clad hand slid down and grasped her breast band, yanking it from her in one swift movement that had her shuddering; from what, she wasn't entirely sure. This had gotten out of control so fast; her head was reeling and threatening to make her unsteady.

Fenris tore his mouth from hers, his lyrium brands lighting almost intensely for a moment, before he shook his head and dipped it down to draw her nipple into his mouth. Hawke gasped and arched up into him, tingles exploding from her breast that shot straight to her center as her nipple hardened, became tight, and was laved and teased with his tongue. He tore the gauntlets from his hands and they were tossed haphazardly aside, his hands sliding down her ribs to her hips, where he grasped the edges of her small clothes. He seemed to embrace the almost feral neediness of this moment, tearing the underwear from her causing her to yelp slightly as her skin reddened from the material pulling off her.

"Fenris wait," Hawke tried to get Fenris to slow down, to listen, but he appeared to want to have nothing to do with it as she was silenced by his lips again. When she went to push at his chest with her hands, he grasped them and pinned them to the bedspread by her wrists with one hand. She moaned into his lips and shuddered. He took his free hand and slid it down to the apex of her thighs, moving his fingers over the slick lips of her sex with an appreciative growl. Two digits found her wet center, sliding in to caress her intimately, making her whimper from the sensation.

Satisfied that she wanted this as much as he did in this moment, Fenris took his hand away from her sex and almost furiously tore open his breeches to allow his impressive cock to spring forth; Hawke's eyes widened and she trembled. She had wanted this for so long now but not this way – this strange and inconvenient curse was screwing everything up…wasn't it(Granted he was torn up about desiring Fenris as a man…maybe this was the solution)?

"Fenris…" Hawke bit her lip as Fenris pressed himself against her sex, the sensation almost maddening.

"You want me don't you, mage?" Fenris taunted as he rubbed the head of his length against her clit, causing her to arch and cry out briefly.

"Fenris…"

"Say it!" He demanded, his markings flaring.

"Maker help me, but yes, yes I want you Fenris," Hawke almost whimpered out. Without any further need of reassurance, Fenris set his length against her entrance and promptly thrust himself deep inside of her in one swift, fluid motion. Pain exploded in her abdomen and she cried out, tears in her eyes and Fenris stilled, raising his eyes to stare at her painful expression. "It would appear I'm a virgin," Hawke chuckled almost dryly, her bottom lip belying her attempt at humor.

"How would you not know that?" Fenris asked with a skeptical expression, his body trembling slightly at the tight feel of her around his cock.

"It's a hex, Fenris, I know little except the fact that it makes me a woman," Hawke mumbled.

Fenris shook his head – reluctant to believe her lies; his need of her was nothing more than physical and once this was over, he would get the truth from her if he had to force it from her. He couldn't think clearly and he needed a clear head to figure out what had happened to his friend. He briefly moved, pushing a touch deeper and she moaned softly; he took that as a good sign, that the pain had passed and he slowly withdrew himself only to thrust right back to where he had been a moment before. They both moaned and he growled, beginning to set a slow but steady pace, his hand releasing her wrists so that she clutched at his back with surprisingly sharp nails. They came together again and again, and she continued to voice her appreciation as his hips clashed against hers with each pump; she was tight on him, like a glove, and so aroused, her wetness seeping into him through his pores. Each thrust made him tighten like a coil, and soon he found himself unable to keep from being gentle, the need and desire too much for him to keep in check.

He began a fasted rhythm, grasping her hips so that he could hit home hard, causing her to scream with pleasure, her nails scoring his back – even through his clothes – making him hiss. Sweat dripped from his brow and his chest heaved, his head dipping down to kiss her senseless and swallow her cries as they pushed toward the release that their bodies were begging for. Hawke's head was filled with nothing but pleasure, the feeling of this act with Fenris indescribable; being a woman made sex so much different, the sensation of being filled and connected to a person this way was intoxicating. Her body trembled, her breasts heavy and tight, nipples hard, every nerve in her body sending tingles of pleasure everywhere, her toes curling from the pleasure. She panted into his kiss, gripping at his back with an almost inhuman grip, her body tightening, walls clenching on him like a vice before she suddenly cried out, throwing her head back as release washed over.

Fenris thrust hard now, pushing her into a second climax before the first one even subsided; as she trembled, a bundle of over stimulated nerves, he pushed himself to his own climax, spilling himself with a last growl, shuddering from the sheer feel of it. He rolled off of her and plopped down onto the bed next to her, Hawke looking at him with an indescribable expression; so many emotions seemed to flit across her face.

"Now, Eevee – "

Hawke was suddenly glaring at him and she jumped off the bed, tearing the bedspread off to wrap it around her naked body, not caring that Fenris almost fell off the bed; stupid, stubborn, daft elf, she scowled, cursing him mentally. "I am not Eevee!" She snapped out impatiently. "Eevee isn't real, Fenris, I told you already – I am Hawke!"

He readjusted his clothing and propped himself up on his elbows, a brow raised skeptically. "You appear to still be a woman, which means you were lying," he said lowly as he narrowed his mossy eyes.

"It's not instantaneous, you daft elf!"

He shook his head and right when she would had said something snarky – as Hawke often did – that pain returned to her chest and she cried out, falling to her knees and curling inward on herself. Fenris jumped from the bed and glared down her, half holding out a hand toward her as if he were uncertain whether or not to assist her. "What is it?" He asked carefully.

"The hex," Hawke gasped, trembling, every nerve in her body on fire. She fell onto her side and curled into a ball, breathing heavily before she lost consciousness; Fenris stared down at her, waiting for anything, but when she remained unmoving, he knelt to pick her up, though he jumped away mere seconds later. A red light seeped from the woman's chest and enveloped her, wrapping her in its eerie magical tendrils; Fenris growled and watched as it swirled around her, lifting her from the ground before it flared brightly enough to make him close his eyes.

When the light dimmed he allowed his eyes to open and nearly dropped to the ground in shock when he found that his friend, Hawke, the Hawke he knew and cared about as a friend, was lying there before him, in the very same sheet that Eevee had clad herself in; dear Maker, that meant he had just screwed Hawke…the mage hadn't been lying.

Well…fuck. Now what?